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a sleepin' pillhas made you illand caused you to regressyou're losin' touchwith simple pleasuresyour life is gettin' dullyour telephone neurosisit's killin' all usyour friends are gettin' famousbut that's not who have to callyou're havin' trouble wakin' upyou want things to be perfectyou're always at the windowyou think it's safer there
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